Kim day

I think I had a Kim day today. Poor Kim--you are always out there trying to do good, but the world keeps knocking you off your bike/pushing you into ditches/beating up your cat. Perhaps the karmic wires have gotten crossed?

I was running Argos at @ 9 pm. When I was at exactly the most remote stretch of my run, a giant Rottweiler ran across the street to us. She was kind of a pushy dog who alternated between trying to play with and menace Argos. It was pitch black outside, so I think both Argos and I were having trouble figuring out whether or not she was aggressive. I hauled the Rottweiler and Argos across the street and knocked on the front door of the nearest house. The only gay couple in Normal, as far as I can tell, answered the door. They clearly knew and hated the dog "Queeny", which belonged to their neighbor. I knocked on the presumptive dog owners' door a million times, but to no avail. The guys clearly did not want to hold on to Queeny, who was a frequent escapee, and there was no way that I could haul both dogs the mile back to the house. All that I could work out was to have them hold onto Queeny for long enough that Argos and I could escape.

And apparently, the whole event made an impression on Argos, because as soon as we ran around the corner, Argos exploded in diarrhea. I tried to clean it up, but it was an enormous mess. I had to drive back with extra bags and a flashlight, but it was still really gross. I actually know the people who's treelawn Argos defiled, so I felt guilty and left a note of apology taped to their front door.

So what do I get for trying to rescue a dog? A giant pile of diarrhea! And what do I get for taking responsibility for my dog's indiscretion? I don't know--I left my phone number on the apology note, but I hope the homeowner doesn't call!